I was catching up with the Brit the other day. It was very nice to see the guy and in my estimation, I was doing pretty well with keeping my distance, without being a standoff-ish bitch. Then again, why would I have to do that? We’re friends anyway, right?! We kept coming back to the subject of my being unemployed and my struggle to find shit to do until I finally find a job, and Hunny, as much as it bothers me, I didn’t realize how much it actually got to me! I gotta say though, the Brit kept wanting to talk about it and , like, as good as his intentions may have been, to me, it was like a constant jab in the gut with a rusty knife!
It got depressing real quick, because first of all, I’m trying to keep my distance from someone I like, but shouldn’t. And second of all, my current life situation isn’t one to be proud of anyway.